S.Maharba – “Daughters”

3, 2… mark. Without thinking, without registering, you’ve gone from stillness, from calm, to frenzy. Headfirst through muted terrain blurring in your periphery as the wind combs through limbs working with momentum and fervor, more a part of than apart from the scene as a whole. Flung into a world, forced, privileged, to see the big picture – to see the mechanism without dwelling on its parts. You are the melody, you are the order.

The UK’s Seher Maharba‘s “Daughters” flings you into a world of noise, where faintly recognizable samples and textures are strung together by a memorable melody. It’s a dense wall of permeable sound, not meant to be expertly navigated, but youthfully experienced.